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Chapter one

The tall skinny man drove down the road. He was thankful that today he decided to drive instead of taking the subway. The rain was lashing down. The roads were all dark and he could only see by the small street light and his own headlights. Everything around him was empty. There was no sidewalk on this side of town, and it was a back road that no one ever really used. With the thought of work drifting through his head, Spencer almost missed the small dark figure at the side of the road. They shouldn't be walking on this road! He thought to himself as he slowed down, to try and not frighten the figure. They really shouldn't be walking here! The thought became more prominent in his mind as he got to a sharp corner. He slowed his old car down so it was only slightly moving and wound down the window.

"Excuse me." Spencer shouted to be heard over the pounding rain. "Why are you walking along this road in the dark?" He could tell that the girl was older than him, but not by too much. She looked at him through the car.

"I missed the bus, and this is the only way I know." Her voice was delicate and barely audible over the downpour. She gave a small shiver then her body stiffened as she saw the gun sticking out the side of his pants.

Spencer followed her eyes and when he saw what she was looking at, gave an uncomfortable laugh. "My name is Spencer Reid." He said as he shifted his weight and grabbed his credentials, showing them to her as he continued. "I work with the FBI. Hence the gun." another uncomfortable laugh left him. He looked at the poor woman as she shivered. "Get in, I'll give you a lift." As he spoke he moved his back from the passenger seat and moved it behind him.

"I don't want to impose..." She began to speak until the wind picked up and blew her to the side slightly.

"Don't worry about it! Get in! I can't leave you out here in the cold and rain." As she opened the door and sat in the car she felt her body immediately warm up. "So, where do you live?" Reid tried to make the car ride less awkward, but seeing the fragile woman still shivering right next to him. Reaching backwards, he grabbed a jacket and passed it over to her.

"Um, I live at Hereawoth flats, but you can drop me off anywhere." As she turned and saw he was handing her a jacket she smiled and shook her head. "Thank you!" leaning forward on the seat and putting he jacket over her shoulders she snuggled back in. Her eyes met with Spencer's and she could see him laughing. She joined in.

Spencer parked the car in the parking lot for Herawoth flat occupants. Both of them climbed out of the car. Spencer rushed round to the other side, after retrieving his bag. She slowly pulled the jacket from her shoulders, until she saw him shaking his head. "I'm Skye-Bailey by the way." She pushed her right hand out. Red mouthed her name then shook her hand.

"What number do you live at?" He asked as the two began to walk towards the building. Skye looked up at the place she had just moved in to and froze.

"I can't remember! Oh god! I've just moved in here and I don't even know where I live! You must think I'm an idiot!" She panicked and looked around. "I'm so sorry!"

Spencer looked down at the small woman who looked as if she was about to cry. "Hey, don't worry!" He stepped closer and put an arm around her shoulders, pulling her in. He noted how her head rested at the top of his ribs. "You can come to my flat and ring the manager and find out which one it is if you don't remember." Sh pressed her head against his chest. "Common."

The two began to walk into the building. They walked up three flights of stairs with Skye still tucked under Spencer's arm, their bodies pressed together. As they got half way up the fourth set, Reid saw a person at his door. Their back was towards the stairs and they were knocking. Hard. It took a moment before he realised who it was.

"ma'am, you're at the wrong door. You live the next flight up, remember Mrs. Highlong?" The 80 year old woman turned round and watched as Spencer untangled himself from a young woman who she had never seen before.

"oh. Yes dear. Sorry." She began to walk of only to look at the two of them and nod at Spencer. He shook his head lightly and unlocked his door.

"Would you like to come in?" He asked, a small smile creeping upon his lips. Now they were in a better light he could see that this girl had long brunette hair that stopped in the middle of her back. She had bright turquoise eyes that gleamed the light back. He froze. He had never seen someone so delicate and graceful.

"Um thanks." She slid the jacket off her shoulders and passed it to the man with doe hazel eyes and short spiked up hair. He was staring at her. "Spencer!" Skye chimed, waving the jacket around slightly.

"um, I, sorry." He took the jacket and slung it over a couch before turning back to his guest. God, she is beautiful! His mind wandered. He snapped his head up, meeting her eyes. "Would you like a drink?" Licking his lips nervously, the doctor kept constant eye contact with the young lady.

"You're an FBI agent, offering me a drink without knowing my age? I thought you were meant to stop stuff like that." As she spoke, she leaned closer to him.

"I, um, I, thought,um..." His voice trailed off.

"I was only kidding, I'm 29. Perfectly legal." Winking as she finished.

"I meant like water of coffee... I don't drink much, so I don't buy any. Plus, I get annoyed by being asked about my age..."

"How old are you? You do look quite young."

Laughing slightly Spencer shook his head as he replied. "24." Skye's face fell in disbelief.

"Okay? Since you have a gun, I'm going to go along with what you say." Her face lit up when she spoke, allowing Spencer to see her joke.

"So, Skye, do you want something to drink? I have water, tea or coffee."

Stepping in to the kitchen with Spencer, her eyes met his. "I'm fine thanks." Her lips empathising the 's' at the end. Swallowing the sudden lump in his throat, Spencer spun around and walked back in to the living room.

Picking up the phone, he held it out to her as he spoke. "D-do you want to ring the building manager?" His arm wavered slightly as she stepped closer. His mind kept going back to how well she fit underneath his arm while they were on the stairs. And how innocent she looked in his jacket.

"Urgh. I don't want to cause a fuss! But I need to go home..." She twisted her lips in thought for a moment until her eyes went wide. The profiler in Spencer told him she had an idea. "Do you know a Riley Williks? He lives in this building too?" The petite woman tried to explain her flat mate as best she could.

A small hint of recognition hit Spencer as his mind flashed back to being hit in in the lobby by a man, slightly older and taller than him. "Y-yeah, is he the one with dark brown hair and matching eyes?" A red blush creeped up his cheeks.

"Yes! I live with him!" Her voice was high pitched at the idea she would get home soon.

"I have his mobile number if you want to call him?" Skye stepped forward and nodded.

She waited patiently as he pulled out his phone and found him in the contacts. "Wait, I think he might still be at work." He face fell as she looked at their shoes.

"Y-you can text him, he might be able to reply, if not you can stay here until he does." As he suggested her staying, he shrugged his shoulders trying to show it was no big deal.

"Could I?" After seeing his nod of approval and handing her his phone, Skye continued. "You, are the best, Spencer Reid." It made his heart flutter that she had remembered his name. She tapped out a quick message. To: Building Riley. Message: Hi Riley. It's Skye here... I forgot what number we live at /: Spencer me a ride home now I'm at his... Sorry /: She handed the phone back to Spencer and looked at him.

"If you want, we can watch TV, while we wait?" At the idea Skye nodded and followed him round the couch. She sat with a little distance between the two, about half a seat. As Spencer leaned in one of the corners flicking through the channel, he looked over to his guest. "You chose something. I'll be right back." As he spoke, he handed her the remote and stood, before leaving the room. As soon as he was out of sight, his phone buzzed. She couldn't look at it. She didn't want to be impolite. The tall man returned with a pair of sweat pants and a hoodie. "If you want, you can put these one. It might make you a bit warmer."

Her eyes flickered as she looked up to him. "Thank you!" As she stood, she took the clothes and held eye contact before turning her body slightly. "You're phone buzzed by the way." He nodded in response, the two still looking at each other.

"T-the bathrooms down the hall, first door on the left." He used his hand to point but didn't bother too much as she was not watching. With a nod, she headed in that direction. He couldn't stop himself watching her as she walked away. Snap out of it Reid! You barely know her! Get to know her first at least! His mind scalded him.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Leave comments and reviews if you would like! It will go in to how she knows the rest of the team... Later on... In a few chapters there will be a time jump... ~Crimmymindstyper(: